Hazel’s head whipped around at a sultry masculine voice. “Hello there, gorgeous.” Hazel’s eyes ran over the black-pelted boy, a Nightmare - truly incredible to see. She smirked at him. “I hope you don’t take this too forward of me, but the world as we know may come to a bloody end ~ could I interest you in a little fun before that happens?” The boy’s smirk matched Hazel’s, and she found herself hooked on his prediction of doom, and stepping up to him. Water dripped down her muscled legs, settling in the grass in her path.
“Well, now. How could such a boy like you know?” she inquired, donning a sultry look. “Are you perhaps a creator of this so-called doom?” She tossed the boy a wink. “I’m very interested in some fun. Have you any idea where to find any?” she added, teasing him. Hazel knew full well that the newcomer meant fun with him. But she was in the mood to play somewhat hard to get, even as she began to get increasingly excited at what was likely to come. “Because I’d love to know.”

“That’s the price you’re payin’ if you want my magic!”